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Dorian Gray ([personal profile] brushoff) wrote in [community profile] singillatim2025-10-23 09:09 am

let's gather round the campfire and sing our campfire song

Who: Dorian Gray & open!
Where: Milton
When: the month of October, almost always at night.
What: when you’re from a horror audio drama, you’ve got a shit ton of ghost stories.

Content warnings: will edit as needed because there will certainly be some.


( open and closed starters in comments. hit me up via PM if you want a prompt! )
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[personal profile] tinstar 2025-10-23 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Raylan slows as he comes upon the campfire and lifts his chin in a return of that nod, long legs bringing him closer as Goose's steps stop about where the firelight meets the dark. He knew who Dorian was, both from the gossip and from Chloe, and since his offered blanket of defense extends to him, Raylan couldn't see any reason to say no.

"Can't say it's perfect for a beach barbeque, that's for sure," he huffs in agreement as he comes over and takes a seat, long legs folding so he could warm his hands in much the same manner as Dorian was.

"Been a long time since I've heard a good story. You'll hav'ta stack up against ol' Appalachian stories, but you look up to the task." He smiles crookedly, eyes squinting a little as he gauged Dorian's general everything.

"Let's see if you can get my arm hairs up."
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[personal profile] tinstar 2025-10-25 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Raylan lifts his eyebrows over a crooked smile - no missing the allusions to Milton or Silverpoint. A good place for a ghost story. The trees almost called to him like the deep valleys of eastern Kentucky, with it's forest lore, where even the dark seemed to peer and pierce through a man's souls on some nights.

The smile shifts to a grin at the 'this village was different'. Weren't they just.

"Go on," he says invitingly, reaching into his layers and long coat to fish out a flask that's opened with firm stroke of his thumb and offered out to Dorian after he's had a drink himself.
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2025-10-25 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Dorian’s fellow Darkwalker vampire is also thriving with the shorter days creeping in. The scary stories are also weirdly nostalgic. When she’d been at boarding school, a sheltered kid who had never really been anywhere, the girls used to scare her at night by recapping horror movies she’d never seen.

She smiles at the story, too, a kind of twist on the phantom hitchhiker.

“What kind of thing are we talking about, here?”
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[personal profile] tinstar 2025-10-26 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
He was so glad their wolfish 'gifts' wasn't actually triggered by the moon. What a wild pain in the ass that would be to live day in and day out. The flask is tucked away and he settles still, firelight dancing in the reflection of his steady attention on the handsome man across from him.

The wolfs howl draws Raylan's immediate attention and Goose shifts with a soft crunch of paws adjusting in readiness in the snow. It was spooky, sitting out here in the open, telling stories like this. Daring. A provocation to what always hid in the dark of the tree line.

It didn't help that the aspects of the wolf that had settled in him relished in the thought of what that might feel like. Chasing man.
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[personal profile] tinstar 2025-10-27 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
It hit a little close to home with the great Moose Hunt not so far behind them, the whole line about being chased by wolves and if they were inside, he was aware it might nip at the back of his mind less. His attention was back on the tree line with the closer howl, one hand digging back into his jacket again and coming out with a gun that sits on his leg at the ready.

His skin crawled with that unwelcome, sadly common feeling that they were being watched.

"I'm sure it'll be fine. And if it's not.." He lifts his gun slightly. And if that didn't work, Raylan had one last desperate thing up his sleeve that wasn't shifting himself. Even if it might result in him being naked or half roasted alive anyway.

"Goose is keepin' a watch, he'll let us know."
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[personal profile] tinstar 2025-10-28 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Raylan's mouth tightened into an unimpressed line. There was obviously a lot that Dorian didn't know. Which, considering how prevalent the wolves were here, seemed like a drastic mistake.

"No. And neither is he my pet."

Wolves did come in packs and when Raylan didn't have anyone else around, they were a pack of two, regardless if he were on two feet or four. He doesn't move for a moment as Dorian gets up, dark eyes squinting from a tilted, measuring gaze. Finally, he stands up, gun sliding back into his pocket where it stays with his hand.

"We'll leave the fire. You should leave your food too." As he starts off, he continues. "Take it you're not so in the mood for finishin' that story, are you?"

He wouldn't be him without at least one proverbial finger at the Powers that Be.
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[personal profile] tinstar 2025-11-02 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Raylan almost laughs, the crooked half grin on his face cheeky at Dorian's rush to finish the tale and quickly falling off as his ears pick up the rush of feet. A handful of things happen at the same time as Dorian swears - Goose whines and Raylan pushes to his feet, gun coming to his hand like it had been there the whole time.

Two shots fire out and fill the darkness with their ringing, and despite how confident Raylan was in his shots, he wasn't hesitating in turning and booking it after Dorian with Goose in his wake. The creature yelps and snarls at the two shots, lurching to the side, but it wasn't going to be enough to stop it.

"This is bullshit," he hollers. He knew it did fuck all to stop this, but that didn't dissuade him from cussing about it anyway.

His boots weren't generally made for running, but he had upgraded since then. A shame it did nothing for his ever shifting luck - one wrong step has him falling onto his hip and ass, forcing him to roll onto his back to shoot another three rounds.

BANG BANG BANG.

It was a neat grouping - all around one eye and the center of the creature's head. Maybe it was luck, maybe it was skill, but the werewolf snarls in pain and surprise as it nose dives into the snow in front of him.

Raylan stares as Goose pulls at his jacket, whining some more and it only take the sound of more rushing feet to get him back on his own.

Fuck.
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[personal profile] tinstar 2025-11-03 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Raylan doesn't hesitate in booking it. His bullet supply was limited and they were fish in a pond out here in the open with nothing to hide behind and nothing to use to cover their scent.

"Who carries non-lethal rounds," he manages bitingly to ask as keeps a long pace with those legs of his. There was no waiting for conversation now and Raylan didn't slow until they were at the church doors. He ran.. fast now, faster than he ever had when he was without the gifts of this place, and with a smooth grace that spoke to ease.

Oh, he'd have questions about the whole 'killing one back home', but that would be saved for the handful of minutes later, once they got inside the doors of the church he finally saw in front of them.
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2025-11-03 02:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Chloe leans in too, grinning, then laughs in delight at the dramatization of the tree flying through the house.

“Absolutely classic. These stories can't let a man and a woman he just met get too close together. This troll was obsessed with her specifically? Family curse thing?”
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[personal profile] tinstar 2025-11-08 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
They could argue all that in a minute - not that Raylan had a good argument, he just preferred that if he was going to shoot someone, that there be no other option but a kill shot. It just made so much easier and so many people were unwittingly willingly to comply and put him into that position.

Goose beats even Raylan to the church and as soon as Dorian is clear from the door, Raylan is slamming the doors closed and flipping the locks. Without any pause, he grabs a pew and slides it smoothly in front of the door, propping it closed with a foot on the edge of the pew seat and a firm pressure.

"You find me a nine mil bean bag round and a good use for it, I'll start incorperatin' it, but bullets is bullets. Good runnin', by the way." He should be more out of breath but he's not. Instead he looks almost high on it, dark eyes glittering with excitement.

"Find me somethin' to shove between these handles, will ya?"
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[personal profile] tinstar 2025-11-09 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Broom closet makes sense and it's a faster answer than he would have been able to supply, were their positions reversed. His first thought is 'candle stick' but a second thought would expose how that was, in fact, not a stellar idea. Look, he was only smart sometimes.

"Better than nothin'," he says, gesturing for Dorian to bring it over with a glance at the door. The night was suddenly quiet around them but that brought Raylan no comfort. He could smell them out there - two if he had to guess, and his ears felt like they were reaching for the sound of paws on the ground.

"No chance that your power works on monsters like that, does it?" His voice is quieter now, soft but reaching with a hint of humor. "Least you can tell me you have a lighter, right?"
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2025-11-16 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
“I’m with the tourist here. This goddess had a house he could just drive to?” Chloe snickers. “Though the troll was real, I guess.”

Most of the legends Chloe follows don't exactly take place in places with regular roads a tourist might be driving on.

“Did they go out onto the lake?”

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